If most people didn't feel willing to associate with Johanna, Homura was not on that list of people. Or, perhaps she didn't care, either way. But, at some point in the night, she found herself near her Mentor. Her rather crass and rude Mentor, who looked completely and utterly angry at being here. Who was uttering various insults under her breath at the congregation.

At least, unlike Johanna, she wasn't wearing a tree dress. It was a small comfort.

"That is not a real axe."